Summary: You are accustomed to the blackness of your dreams.
Word Count: 168
Prompt: #210: Shadows
You are accustomed to the blackness of your dreams; they have been that way for as long as you can remember. Though the fear of closing your eyes has never completely gone away, you are able to meet it with dignity on all but those nights when you know, with a cold chill deep in your bones, that the darkness will swallow you whole. Those nights, only a draught can force you into slumber. Those nights, you do not remember your shadowy dreams, though you still wake clammy and terrified.
You are used to it, and you carry on. You hold yourself with poise when the king is cruel and wrong. You sharpen your tongue and your wit on the arrogant little boy of a prince, of whom you will never admit being fond.
You are prepared for the tendrils of gloom that wrap themselves around your night. But when they begin to crawl into the edges of your daylight, tenebrous and tenuous, you know you are lost.